The Forest Republican. [volume] (Tionesta, Pa.) 1869-1952, 1887-09-07
From a Former Tionestian.

Through the kindness of his cousin,
Mrs. Nora Siegle, we are permitted to
publish some interesting extracts of
letter from Ed. Savage, a former
Tionesta boy, but for many years back
a resident of Louisville, Ky:
DEAR NoRA:-
We were very much surprised to hear
from you, but nevertheless, 1 was glad to
hear from you, and especially from old
Tionesta. / could not imagine that 1 had
even one inquiring friend left there
Those old hills and the old chain ferry.
if you will call to mind, have always been
indelibly impressed upon my mind, and,
as 1 have read and heard from time to
time of the death of the old residents of
Tionesta, of the generation before my
time, can only recall Sam. Haslet Tets
worth and Bill Killmer, the Shoemaker.
How often my mind has travelled back to
those old scenes of my happier days. l
want to go back some day soon and try
my hand at fishing with rod and spear
around some of those Islands that once
looked so beautiful in the old Allegheny.
And l wonder if there are any trout left
in old Tubbs Run, and does Sam. Haslet
ever take the old hounds out over the
hills after deer? Some times in my
dreams imagine l hear the baying of the
faithful old dogs, far away; those were
the times used to get the buck fever, and
miss broad side shot at the most beauti-
ful animal the world ever knew, but /
would always console myself that some
other fellow would get a shot sooner or
later. Please remember me to Jim Fones,
and is Davy Hilands still living? or old
Tom. "Jeff,' Zack. Shriver, Bill wenk,
or any of the old boys of my time? 1
send my love to all of them.
will send you some keepsake of moth
er's in few days. Poor mother it is sad
to think of her lone grave away out on
the Sage brush plains of Idaho. 1 would
rather think of her in Cave Hill, with our
little curly-haired daughter. We have
five precious ones living yet, and 1 hope
they may all live to mature years. Give
my love to Hattie and her little ones.
Tell her Ed. French is living here, mar
ried, and has two little daughters.
Write me soon again and tell me about
the hunting and fishing if there is any
thing left to hunt or fish for. 1 have
built very nice little house on Preston
and Mechanic Streets, if you remember
where that is, and we are living in it;
have rented the old cottage on the hill.
Truly Yours,
E. Ii. SAVAGE.
Ed. is well and favorably remem.
bered by those of whom he speaks,
(most of whom are still here) and a
great many more, who would be de,
lighted to receive visit from him.
The sport Of hunting and fishing is by
no means what it was in those DAYS,
but there are still enough fish and
game to afford amusement for the
lover of the rod and gun. We imag.
inc that Ed. is the fellow who was
with Sam. Haslet when, one clear,
frosty morning, years ago, he had gone
out OH the hill, to "set the dogs out, "
and when they struck the track aud
hegan to "give tongue" Sam asked his
friend If ae heard "that lovely music
oh, that heavenly music" the fellow
listened intently for momous and
then remarked, with a good deal Of
disgust, that he couldn't hear anything
"on account of them d hounds
barking!'